okay,

Maybe it’s a coincidence
that he shares your initials
and seems to look better
with just a bit of scruff
spread across his chin.
The laugh and shyness,
the quiet way he touches my shoulder
when people are around.

So many similarities
from him to you
and back again.

Maybe it’s my way of knowing
he could be the one to save me
from living with a heart that’s broken.

He’s not the first love
and he doesn’t need to be
because I think he’ll suit my heart
just fine.

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Tags: love, Poetry